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Subject: Devil Boys part 8 DEVIL BOYS By Encolpius DISLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. eal. Compliments, complaints, comments to ail Remember to donate to Nifty. I have more stories to tell. EIGHT BUCK'S STORY Island House is filling up in anticipation of the party to come. I am not an anonymous gay guy in his 20's here, not here and not with this crowd. They know me. The sun is warm. It's Spring Break time in the tropics. Red, the youngest of our tribe here, is 18 (or so). This is his first time here and, needless to say, nude, sexual and inebriated is his natural habitat. He's off to my left, making friends with a skinny twinky boy in an assless jock, him and his Daddy. I'm at the shady end of the pool with the Professor, fair skin and blond hair and an uncut cock, hard in my hand. "So what is Erosia?" he asks "Seriously?" He nods so I answer, "I don't suppose you know much about chemistry?" "Not really. I'm Classics professor" I smile."Yeah, and you need to teach me something I don't know if we are going to fuck. But right now, I will teach you something you don't know. Erosia is a substituted tryptamine. There are a lot of them. AMT, well a bunch. They stimulate release of serotonin and dopamine. So, think happiness and pleasure. It's not real psychedelic, not really. A little bit. But it works mostly on the sexal arousal centers of the brain and on the pleasure centers. Sex is amazing on erosia. With repeated dosing, you tend to be very highly sexual. That's definitely true if you start when you're young. If you start when you are really young, you are permanently hypersexual.. That, by the way, describes Red. Not that he wasn't sexual long before puberty. "And you have taken it?" "Every four weeks. Near to the full moon. And other times too. I think that there is some around here now. Probably" Probably. Definitely. -------------------------------------------------- Everything was messed up. My mother found out I was gay. I didn't come out -- I was too smart for that -- but she found out by snooping from my things. My little brother accidently on purpose let some hints slip. She told my dad and that was a crisis. She contacted the Prayer Warriors for help, telling them that they needed to pray for me beacuse I was going to Hell because of my sexual orienation. That meant that everybody in town and every kid in school knew I was gay within a day. It meant that I got beat in the boy's restroom by the jock squad. Then came the Christian camp to cure me. Except that I didn't get cured. Then I argued with my dad. He hit me. Now, I am walking south on the shoulder of I-75 in south Georgia betwen Cordele and Ashburn. It's hot and my backpack with a few clothes and things is heavy. Then a green Audi pulls over on the shoulder ahead of me. They could be broken down because I'm not actually hitch hiking. I've given up doing that. I don't run to find out but nobody gets out either, like they would if the car wasn't working right. As I got next to them, the window on the passenger's side rolled down. "You wanna ride?" this kid asks. He's cute, reddish brown hair with green eyes and freckles arross his nose. He's younger than me but he's cute and seems friendly. "Sure. Thanks" I say. As I get into the car, the Dad, who is this pretty buff looking guy, older but handsome, rugged, turns to ask me where I was headed. I'm a bit vague on that and just basically say Florida. He tells me they could get me near Florida if I wanted. I thank him and settle in the back seat. "I'm Skeeter" the kid says. I can see that. He's not real tall and kind of skinny. "And this is Big John" "Hi. I'm Theo" "How old are you?" "16" The kid nods. "I'm 14. And Big John is old. Like old old. Like 50" "52" "But he doesn't act old. You ought to stay with us for a little while. He could stay, right? You'll like it" In a way, I'm scared. This kid is cute and the man is probably hot if you like older guys but they are kind of out of my league. I'm not fat but ... well I'm not fat exactly. And I have acne. And they may be serial killers. You never know. "There's a small possibilty that he's not gay, Skeeter" He looks ar me in the mirror as we speed down the highwy. "A small possibility" I find it hard to say the words. "I'm gay" Skeeter grins broadly, more than half truned in the seat, still buckled. "Us too. Big John's not my dad or anything. I was like you and now I live with him. Just stay with us for a little while. You;ll like it, I promise" Skeeter was pretty outfront about liking to have sex. And even though I know that it is wrong for a grown man, a grown man in his 50's, old enough to be his grandfather, to have sex with a kid, Skeeter genuinely seemed to have real affection for the man. And tandoğan escort the man seemed protective of Skeeter. Not like a parent but ... well, I don't know. Not like a parent but like an older, wiser friend. "Your dad. Deacon or preacher?" Big John said. I cocked my head. How did he know? "Deacon" "He's filled your head with nonsense. You need to stay with us so that we can knock that out" "Okay. At least for a little while" They lived on this farm way back in the woods and I was a little freaked by that but they seemed okay. The house was nice and it definitely was secluded. Big John gave me a book to read called "Why I Am Not A Christian". The food that Big John made was heavy on the vegetables but was tasty. We had some homemade wine -- Skeeter apparently liked it sweet and I agreed -- which was weird too becuase I had never had alcohol before. I was a little uncomfortable with it but I'm on my own now. I was even more uncomfortable with the fact that Skeeter and Big John are real comfortable with being nude or nearly so. Aroused too but uncomfortable. Of course, if I looked like them, slim and trim or beefy and hard, I'd be less shy. I think they would have let me join in with them in the bedroom but I just couldn't. I slept on the couch listening to them having sex. There's no TV. Not in the living room. There's no satellite dish. There are lots and lots of books. And pictures of naked men and, even, naked boys Big John is nice but he's a child molestor and Skeeter is a child. He's not a little kid but he's still a kid and Big John is taking advantage of him. Skeeter doesn't recognize it He's having fun. And I think having fun is a big priority for him. I have a chance to devour the books and Big John lets me, guiding me some. Over the next few days, I spent more time with Big John than Skeeter. Somehow, Skeeter was going to school. I don't know how they worked it since Skeeter isn't here legally I don't think. I gathered in talking with him that he hadn't lived far and is going to his same old school. I do farm work during the day and read, talking with Big John and I think I am learning more here than in school anyway. Skeeter came home after I had been there four or five days. It was a burst of energy when he came in and he was usually hungry. And he usually wanted to smoke some marijuana, which I hadn't done even though I now have had alcohol and even got a little bit drunk last night. "Come on" he said to me "It's hot. Let's go down to the river and swim" Even though it's the last week in September, it is still brutally hot. We had to go through the woods, within sight of where Big John grew his marijuana to get there. It was a lazy black water river that made a bend and it wasn't deep actually. Skeeter stripped down and once again I got a look at his penis, which is uncorcumzised and not small, with his bush of pubic hair. His long and lean body, the muscle outlined and each fiber visible through the skin. I was reluctant. He looked at me. Very quietly , he said. "Take your clothes off and come in the water with me" Slowly, hesitantly, I did. Down to my nderwear and I briefly considered swimming in my briefs but I could see that Skeeter would be disappointed and, in that moment, I didn't want to disappoint him. I slipped them off and he smiled. I eased into the water, only chest high. He splashed me and lunged my way. Laughing, we wrestled n the water. "It's just us gay guys, dude. Big John says I should let you have some space but ...." he exhaled. "Man, they must have been real shitty to you. I promise that you are really, really going to like it. " I looked down. "I had to go to this camp, this place, to make me straight ..." "You're not. You're not. I'm not. And it's me and you and just us here and you are really, really going to like it." He took me by the hand and led me to the bank and sat me down there on the leaves. I had an erection all ready. He got between my legs and was kneeling. He didn't go for my penis. He went for the scrotum. He put one of my testicles in his mouth and sucked on that. "Oh" I grunted. "Uuhhh" He tugged on them and then he licked along the underside of my penis, all the way, right to the head. He caught the head of it in his lips, sucked on it hard and rubbed his tongue against it. I shivered. It was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt. I couldn't even speak or even moan for a second it felt so good. I caught my breath and let out a small whimpering cry. It was the most I could manage. Grabbing it by the root, he swallowed it down, all the way in his mouth and down his throat, I thought. He slid his lips up the shaft of it, his tongue sliding along it. I gasped. It was too much. I was mortified, ashamed. It only took a second, a minute maybe and I had ejaculated in his mouth, no warning. I began to stammer an apology. He looked up and smiled, smacked his lips tekirdağ escort and laughed. He took his finger and gathered up the last of the semen from there and licked it. "Wanna touch mine?" I did. More than anything in the world, I did. I reached out grabbed his erection, the skin slipping forward and taking my hand with it. I asked him whether he wanted me to do the same thing to him, since that seemed only fair. He shrugged and nodded his head, telling that I didn't owe him anything and that he had done it to me because he likes sucking cock. When I was hard, he would do it again. But I did want to. And not just because I wanted him to feel good too -- and I did want that -- but because I wanted to do it. In fact, just thinking about it made me come to life. He stood in front of me and I gingerly put it in my mouth, the head and a bit more but I was afraid of gagging. I knew enough to know to be careful of the teeth. I took a bit more and then a bit more, sliding up and dow on it. I was so hot and flushed in my crotch that I had to reach down there and squeeze and I had another erection in no time. He had to remind me about my teeth and I felt bad. But he groaned and grunted and I guess I was doing it well enough, at least for a first time. I know I had a massive erection. I was hungry for him. :"We can go back to the house and you can fuck me, if you want. I'd really like it if you did. It can just be us, if you want. It doesn't have to be Big John too if you don't want but ...." "But you want him too?" "Yeah" Skeeter said "Do you love him?" I asked "Yeah" he nodded. "Yeah" We walked back naked and emerged from the tree line. Big John was outside working on something in a pair of overalls and no shirt and he was muscular and bronzed and, I have to admit, pretty good looking for an older guy. Skeeter was proud. "We're gonna fuck" Skeeter said. "You wanna?" "I need to fix this but ... yeah" It was like he was admitting to defeat. He was busy but he had a chance at two underage boys and one of them about to lose his virginity and he couldn't pass it up. The bedroom had collages of naked men and naked boys in the poster frames.There were more books here and a TV with a DVD player. I asked if we could watch some porn. I've never seen any. They kissed. On the screen. Two boys and they weren't much older than me. They kissed and I was flooded with lust. I couldn't control my lust. It was overwhelming. Never have I seen two boys kissing Nowhere in my mind did I ever consider it. It was stupid and it's such a simple act but I never considered gay people doing it. Then when one began to suck the other, I was on fire. Then Skeeter reached over and smeared some slick liquid on my erection and rubbed some in hetween his cheeks, I guessed up in his hole, and then scrambled on top, reachng down to guide me into him. He sat on my lap facing m with me all the way in him. Just like that, I am not a virgin. I am not a virgin! And I could not be happier. It's surreal, having sex. Doing something you've fantasized about. I was completely happy. He rocked back and forth and up and down some. It felt amazing. Big John kissed me and I kissed him back. That was right too. I wanted that too. He played with my nipples and that was right too. Big John went down and sucked on my nipples. and that set me on fire. I was alive to all the pleasure in the world as Skeeter rode me. I reached up and took his erection and stroked it as he moved on mine. I was turned on by him having a look of ecstasy on his face "Uuhhh" he groaned and then he ejaculated, shooting in big spurts, coating my chest. Big John volunteered to take his place and now I am having sex with a grown man. A grown man. Hard bodied and a hard dicked -I guess now it's a penis when it's a body part and a dick when it's a tool - and riding me. I stroked him too as he moved on top of me. Then instinct took over and I needed, I had to move. I began to flex my hips, driving myself into him. "OHHH GOD!" I yelled. It was like waves. Like a damn bursting and flooding me with pure pleasure, then slamming into you like waves of an oscilloscope, lasting 30 seconds and then a feeling of complete relaxation and pure peace. I wondered why I had waited. ---------------------------------------------------------- This is a vision We are made out of stardust. Everything is. The trees and the animals and the people and the rocks and the dirt are all made from atoms that have circulated since the beginning of time this time from the far edges of the universe to here. We are all stardust. We are all part of the universe, made up of the same building blocks as all matter, as all energy. Time has seasons. The great explosion of spring, the flowers blooming and new growth and new life. The great explosion to start the universe was the spring of tokat escort time. Through the summer, the universe has grown and expanded and matured. The stardust was gathered up and stars and planets were formed. Later, it will grind down in the autumn of time before the universe dies and contracts back, fallow, unto itself for the seasons of time to begin again with a big bang. This place, saw them both, Belus and Belit. There were others other places but here it was them. They were from the beginning, in consciousness if not form from the very beginning but like a magnolia they grew slowly to maturity. In the infancy of our kind, they were our protectors. They guided us as we grew and changed and evolved. It began to be accomplished that the male form and the female form were united and Belus transferred some of himself to Belit and new life was created in the manner in which life must be created. The first born was Adonis: golden and fair, open and upright, free and fearless. He believed in fairness and practiced it. He believed in compassion and in empathy. He believed in freedom. He believed in passion and energy and creativity. He believed in love and desire and beauty, in lust and in love. Dido was the second, nearly his twin but red and fiery, passionate and urgent, moody and steadfast. The last was Molchos: dark and brooding. He believed in rules and heirarchy. He believed in laws and in strength. Mercy was weak. He was misshapen and jeolous, bitter and angry. He was needy. He required worship and adoration, adulation and praise in a way that the others didn't. Molchos has gone by many names: Yahweh, Elohim, Allah, Zarathrustra. But always the one. He demands all worship, all praise, all glory unto himself. His praise and his honor is not be shared. As male, the female must submit. But the male must only unite with the female. He is dominant. He here below may possess others, own them, use them as on Earth mimicking Molchos above. Adonis grieved at his brother's callousness, his insistent needs, his self absorption. Molchos was jealous. Finally, in fury, he struck Adonis down. In time, it was only the love of Dido that brought him back from an abyss that Molchos had been able to consign him. In the meantime, Molchos had found the hearts of man and woman fertile ground. His way, the sole way of one God, had put a dead hand on humanity, driving out the learning of the ancients. Adonis goes by many names too: Satan, Lucifer, the Horned god. Feared as evil but defamed by a liar and a thief, he struggles to free humanity from that dead hand. Those that fear him fear art and creativity and the wildness of ecstasy. They fear the different, the free, the equal. It is a narrowed and blinkered existence. His mouth and his touch brought it all home. Whether real or unreal, and he seemed solid enough, the one that called himself Adonis lived up to the name. He was physically perfect. The skin was smooth and supple, the muscles neatly outlined by that skin. The shoulders wider than the waist and there was hair everyplace and in every way a young male should have. What the boy felt wasn't wanton lust, although he did desire him, but neither was it romantic love. It was some new emotion: that it was a fulfillment in a way. The boy didn't feel in awe of him, didn't feel the need to worship him, even if he was who he said he was and thought he didn't desire it in any event. The boy did compare himself to him, recongized that the young god surpassed him in beauty and charisma and accepted it. Adonis penetrated the boy as he lay on the pine straw on the forest floor, his knees pulled back and his legs resting on the strong shoulders. It felt fine. Full and satisfying. Adonis filled that space perfectly. The boy kept his erection as he was being sodomized. He got to look at his lover and the boy liked the sight of the male body in that action, the straining of muscles and the movement of limbs. He liked the feel of the male body pressing against his, the hardness of it. The boy reached down and tugged his balls away, hoping to see the dick move in and out of him. This is what I believe "This feels really good" The boy said, suffused in a warm glow. "It feels right" "It is right. For you, it is right" "No" The boy said. "It's just what I needed right now" Adonis smiled. The boy knew what he meant. It was what he needed always, of course. In the sense of being touched and touching a man. Slow and steady wouldn't be right all the time but being free and open to whatever experience happened was. The pace didn't vary. Adonis wasn't growing in his lust or horniness. The fucking wasn't more urgent and the boy didn't care. He knew at some level, neither of them would orgasm. But for this moment, he was warm and full and happy. Content. Happy to be alive. Sometime later he found himself, naked, alone. But not alone. Adonis had left his seed in him. Left a part of himself. That sharing, between men, between men and boys, was higher and more sacred than between the genders. Adonis was the male principle personified. Committment to the male principle is the highest form of worship. You honor the God of the free by being free. This is what I believe.